Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance
Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance
And I claim 
I'm not excited with my life any more
So I blame this town, this job, these friends, the truth is it's myself
And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint where 
I amWhen I finally get it figured out, 
I've changed the whole damn plan
Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Talking shit about a pretty sunset
Blanketing opinions that 
I'll probably regret soon
Changed my mind so much 
I can't even trust it
My mind changed me so much 
I can't even trust myself